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.The druid crumpled to the foot of the stairs next to Sungar.Thanar's head struck a stair as he landed."By the Winged Mother, Thanar," said Lanaal, her tears flowing.His entire middle section was collapsed and twisted sideways.Broken ribs pierced his lungs, and a pool of blood spread beneath him.Lanaal reached out a hand to grasp his, but he pulled away."Oakfather," he said through gasps, "one last request." He placed his hands on Sungar's unconscious form."Restore my chief to health and strength.Take his poison and give him vigor.Grant me this, then I'll be no more trouble to you."His god heard his prayer.White radiance flowed from Thanar's hands and coursed through Sungar's body.Contentment and satisfaction spread across the druid's face as he expired.He died a Thunderbeast.The deathly pallor slipped away from Sungar's face, and he sat up.He shrugged in puzzlement at the elf maiden standing next to him, but she was scarcely the strangest thing he had witnessed that day.Sungar looked to Thanar's mangled corpse.Whispering a few words to his fallen brother, Sungar stood and snatched up the axe, dashing toward their metal enemy with restored vigor.Even the wounds of his imprisonment had faded to smooth scars.He buried the axe head into the golem's features and twisted the weapon, ripping apart the ridiculous parody of Geildarr's face.* * * * *"Take it," said Geildarr, looking at the Heart of Runlatha.His voice was full of regret."Get it out of here.""Where shall I take it?" asked Ardeth."Take it to Zhentil Keep.Don't rest until it's in Fzoul's hands, and tell him what brought all of this about."Geildarr detected a faint trace of glee in Ardeth's voice as she said, "As you command." Ardeth picked up the Heart of Runlatha in both hands.She took a step toward the bookcase that concealed a secret passage out of the keep, but found a red-clad gnome standing in her path, the tricorn atop his head slightly askew.For a moment all were still, nobody knowing what to say.Moritz smiled at Geildarr."So, my friend," Moritz said."You reveal your true colors at last."With a burst of speed, Ardeth spun backward and dived, the Heart of Runlatha still within her grasp.She tried to pull herself into the shadow under the zalantarwood table, but Moritz gestured and the table vanished, its shadow disappearing with it.Catlike, she fell into a crouch and stared at Moritz—or more precisely, at the small shadow he cast.A determined look from the gnome told her not to bother.Ardeth backed away from him, easing up against a bookcase along the far wall, breathing heavily.Her eyes darted to the corners of the room and to Geildarr—not to him, but to his shadow, barely visible in the filtered light of the keep.Then her eyes darted to the hallway beyond the door, from which sounds of battle still rang."Moritz!" shouted Geildarr."What is the meaning of this?""I wondered if you might be disloyal," said Moritz to Geildarr, taking a few steps toward Ardeth and twirling his wooden cane."But no—you have kept the faith.To Fzoul.Whereas Ardeth.she knows to whom Netherese artifacts truly belong.Isn't that so?" He flashed her a venomous smile."Uncloud your eyes, Geildarr.See the truth."Moritz cast another spell.Before Geildarr's unbelieving eyes, Ardeth's pretty face turned from white to a dusky tone, like that of a Calishite.Her honey-colored hair darkened to a coal black shade.Then even this illusion was stripped away, and Ardeth was laid bare as a pillar of shadow in the shape of a girl.Darkness wafted from her, smoky tendrils snaking from her into the air.The Heart of Runlatha glowed even brighter in her hands—its light against her veil of shadows shining like a red star over her chest.The shadows reached out to stroke the artifact, enveloping it in a cold caress.It sank inside Ardeth's body, coming to rest where her heart should be.The strength of its glow diminished only slightly.The Heart's red light shone from within its cage of shadows."I would've preferred to act earlier," Moritz told Geildarr."But Sememmon wanted me to confirm your loyalties."Geildarr's doughy face turned red as anger mixed with embarrassment.She had manipulated him so completely, deceived him so utterly.Geildarr wanted to look away from her but he could not.How did she keep this hidden for so long? She was a shade.A shade! A spy in his midst all this time, a spy from the Empire of Shadows.No wonder his troops had been unable to surprise the Shadovar in the Fallen Lands.He had thought she was his new Ashemmi, the creature he could trust in everything.She bought his confidence with the head of a dwarf, and kept it by skillfully accomplishing every task Geildarr assigned to her.What a fool she had made of him.No, he corrected himself, what a fool she had revealed him to be.Geildarr raised a hand and an arrow burst forth, sailing through the air at Ardeth
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